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As a child I felt lonely and
Low cash a neighborhood wealthless
stick a wino, and rob him for his last penny
Happy days around my way we didn't find
Momma said I was outta line talkin smack
cords to this young nigga's black back
A juvenile, thirteen, now I'm up
to cry, I don't wanna get fucked up
Fifty push ups a strain on my young
I paint the pictures I pose for a sleeveless
I see my momma only when she cry
She said my baby comin he ain't far behind
Somebody tell me how I ended up this
I wait for God to give me strength, i'ma this
I to bend down 'cause I'm young and wild
Do or die that's this young rough style
never find me

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My soul will be free before they me

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I hit the street full grown, momma's now
Had a heart I'm living on my own now
My boots and my state green all I own
And a burning desire for a
I see my little man bless me wit a burner
Any I'm feeling like nat turner
Twenty stick ups in thirty days see me comin
Everybody on the block duck and start
A old lady told me boy calm down
But like in war I got to bomb now
My cash was up a somethin, somethin, takin shake
I blasted reddie at the weedgate and his papes
'cause I done came a long way, in a time
And I'm to die tryin to get mine
Alotta niggas think I'm wit 'em, guess what
Them niggas in for a 'cause I'm fucked up
You'll find me

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I got a little crew now I'm weight
White mickeyed out navigator, straight
I got the butter soft seats a video
Stag a lee, everybody in the city
I make my rounds and I'm how my work's moving
Shit is up nice, life is improving
I got the baddest in brooklyn, she six months
She keep a eye on my whole house, my
I got my honey on the side she don't know
I'm on my way to see her now, I'm a her out
I pull up to see her standing in the door
Shorty fine a porn star masturbating
She said, "daddy are you hungry, you like to eat
Would you let me rub back, can I kiss your feet"
I told her, "baby make the bed 'cause I rest"
She sucked me down I fell asleep, God bless
I see my momma with my eyes closed, kinda
Time to up and touch something, outta range
White clouds the softness I hear the music
What the hell is on here I'm 'bout to lose it
Momma why you talking to me like you right
She said, "son you focus now, come clear"
She said, "your life'll be a for everyone
Because layin in the bed that you made son"
Look how found me